Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.